Chapter 1783

"No, it's broken seven."

Lord Fang seemed to feel something, and his face was pale. "I've already felt it."

"Daddy?"

Fang ruoxing looked at Lord Fang worried, because he had just protected her. She had nothing to do.

Lord Fang shook his head, moved his fingers, propped up a boundary, put Fang ruoxing in mid air, let the boundary protect her, and let his toes go down to the ground.

Night shadow then slowed down from dizziness, "what are these four pillars?"

"It's the pillar that supports the whole border of our exile street." the steward said powerlessly, "our exile street is in a special position. Our home is cursed and cursed. This barrier protects us and prevents us from going out."

Night nongying was dizzy and nauseous. He retched twice. Xiao Wuzheng poured a glass of water for her.

She couldn't get a cup, so she drank it with his hand.

She was more comfortable and asked: "so, Tianzhu is very difficult to break. Why would anyone want to break Tianzhu? If Tianzhu is broken, why not break the barrier first? Why is it faster to break the barrier?"

"Unless it's a person wearing a jade plate of exile street, it's impossible to break the barrier and come in from the outside, because the four Tianzhu work all the time. Once someone tries to break the barrier, it will be repaired in an instant and won't give people a chance to break in."

In other words, if someone wants to destroy the barrier, he must destroy Tianzhu first.

Lord Fang said to the steward, "wrap up the wound first."

The steward wiped the blood on his face and looked dignified: "that day, the column..."

Lord Fang closed his eyes, said nothing, and looked at the others. Finally, his eyes stayed on Duanmu ya. He saw that her breathing was getting lighter and lighter.

I'm afraid... I can't support it for a quarter of an hour.

He closed his eyes and sighed, then opened his eyes and said, "it should be very chaotic outside. It is estimated that many people are injured or even dead. I'm afraid I don't have time to accompany Miss Duanmu, everyone..."

"Go."

Xiao Wuzheng understood Fang Lanzhou very well and said softly, "go and see the situation."

As an aristocrat, if the aristocrat does not deal with these things, I'm afraid it will cause riots.

"Yes."

Lord Fang nodded and was about to go out. At this time, with a bang, a burst of strong pressure bombarded him directly from his head. The night shadow that had just recovered was black again. The whole head was dizzy and nauseous!

Xiao Wuzheng hugged her tightly with one hand and was given Reiki after her to make her more comfortable.

In addition to her, the steward also stumbled two steps and bumped his head against the door panel. If he hadn't kept the door panel quickly, he would have been injured again.

The steward didn't care about his injury, but looked at Lord Fang in horror, "Lord, the boundary in our house has also been broken?"

Needless to say, Lord Fang has already felt it.

For so long, the Fang family needs to strengthen the boundary outside the lower house every time they produce a family leader. This boundary has his spiritual power. Someone broke his boundary. He must have known it for the first time.

Lord Fang didn't respond. He was silent and suddenly "poof!" gushed blood.

"Daddy!"

"Lord!"

The steward and Fang ruoxing shouted in panic. Fang ruoxing was even frightened to cry. Because she was protected in the barrier, the spiritual pressure of the broken barrier did not affect her much.

Ye nongying was also stunned, "Lord Fang, are you okay?"

Xiao Wuzheng said helplessly, "the barrier has his spiritual power. If the barrier is broken, he must be seriously injured."

The dizziness in the eyes of night Nong Ying was better, "who is breaking the Tianzhu barrier?"

No one can answer her.

The steward looked at Lord Fang anxiously: "Lord, how are you?"

"Cough!"

Lord Fang coughed lightly and filed a case. Blood overflowed from the corners of his lips. He waved his hands and whispered, "it's all right. I'll go out and see what's going on."

As he spoke, he wiped the blood on his lips and walked to the door.

However, he only took two steps and stopped quickly.

He stopped abruptly, and the others couldn't help looking at him.

I was stunned at this look.

Outside the door, I don't know when there were three more people.

Standing in the front is a tall and straight man, dressed in mink fur and snow clothes, spotless, whose temperament is unmatched. The most important thing is his face.

No one has ever seen such a beautiful face.

He was covered with moon frost, as if he was shining, and everyone couldn't help focusing on him.

Like a God.

Everyone could not help but think of such a word.

The other two, one is a teenager of 13 or 14 years old, wearing maple red clothes, are also worldly and have unparalleled looks.

The other was an old dwarf, clutching a human head crutch in his hand, staring straight at them.

"Get out of the way!"

It was the little old man who spoke, and his tone could not be refuted.

The steward could stand firm by climbing the door. Seeing that he was rude to his Lord, he angrily said, "who are you? Why did you break into our house?"

Before waiting for an answer, at this time, the little white deer with acupoints on the bed woke up. Seeing the situation by the door, he couldn't believe it and rubbed his eyes, "Grandpa Sanskrit?"

"For nothing."

The Sutra glared at Lord Fang angrily, "get out of the way!"

"Young master Bai, do you know them?" Lord Fang asked.

"Wow!"

The little white deer didn't hear Lord Fang's words at all. He was so excited that he climbed down from the bed without wearing shoes. He ran directly to jump on his Buddhist sutra nearest him. Did the fire Fei on one side take two steps forward and took him into his arms.

"Fei Fei?"

The little white deer was tearful. "Why are you tall again?"

Huofei didn't answer. She glanced at her brother, whose air pressure was condensing. "How's your sister now?"

"Wow!"

At the mention of Duanmu yawang, the little white deer couldn't help crying, "she, she's dying."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Huofei glanced at her own Gong Yulan. "Brother, let's go in and see our sister?"

The others were surprised that the little white deer knew these people. In addition to making shadows at night, she urged: "Lord Fang, give way quickly. They should have come to save yawang."

The steward is a little confused. Can I help you?

Where can miss Duanmu be saved!

Listening to the night shadow, Lord Fang paused for a moment. Before he moved, he saw a figure flash. He couldn't blink. The person in front of him had disappeared.

Huofei took the little white deer in her arms and stepped into the room with the Sanskrit Sutra.

When they turned around, they saw the man who looked like a God sitting by Duanmu yawang's bed, holding her in one and a half hands with extremely gentle movements, and covering Duanmu yawang's face with golden light in one hand.

In a moment, his face sank.

As soon as the palm light was closed, he took it out of Duanmu Ya Wang's arms.

He acted naturally and did not avoid the difference between men and women. Master Fang and others felt embarrassed.

He took out a large stack of red brocade bags.

"Brother, are these?" fire Fei asked with her lips.

Gongyulan stopped and said, "it's ruined."

Ruined?

Is it going to destroy these red brocade bags?

The steward hurriedly said, "no, the red brocade bag is good and can't be destroyed!"

Huofei ignored him, put down the little white deer, stretched out his palm, and a burst of red light flashed, and the pile of red brocade bags immediately turned into a pile of ashes.

To everyone's stupidity, the red ashes suddenly turned into wisps of black gas somehow.

The black air was strange and abnormal, like a figure. It kept drifting towards one side of the window. It looked like a person fleeing.

Fire Fei looked at it. As soon as her aura came out, a burst of fire flickered, and the dark shadow screamed, which disappeared in an instant.

“……”

The crowd was stunned and unbelievable.

What the hell was that?

"Fei Fei, what's that?" asked the little white deer foolishly.

"The spirit of the curse."

The little white deer blinked puzzled.

The Buddhist Scripture looked at Duanmu Ya on the bed and wiped her tears. "We Xiaoya look so poor. Everyone wants to touch some blessings. The spirit of mantra is an anti curse, which specializes in sucking people's blessings and auras, and even the growth of ability."

"But aren't these red brocade bags good? Why are there spells?"

"There are no good things in this place. Where can there be good things?" the Brahma Sutra wiped a tear. "If this place is good, can we do this?"

"Yes!"

Mentioning Duanmu yawang, the little white deer immediately remembered, "Lord, how's your sister? Can you save her?"

"What's impossible with the master?"

The Brahma Sutra hummed softly with a proud face.